The Contract Wife Who Bites Back
373 Words
I knew he was watching me.
Ezra stood across the dining hall like a statue — eyes cold, jaw tight — as I let the handsome warrior beside me pour another glass of wine. I smiled, let my fingers brush the rim of the glass a little too slowly.
I wasn’t stupid. I’d read the contract.
No public disrespect. No leaving the pack house without notice. No touching other males.
But it didn’t say I couldn’t make him burn with jealousy.
“You look beautiful tonight, Luna,” the warrior — Max, I think — said with a smirk.
“Thank you, Max,” I replied sweetly. “You clean up pretty well yourself.”
That was it. Ezra crossed the room in a blink.
“Is this part of the act too?” he growled, eyes locked on mine, ignoring Max completely.
I sipped my wine calmly.
“Aren’t we all just playing roles?”
He leaned in, hands gripping the back of my chair, boxing me in. His scent hit me hard — warm cedar and danger.
“Don’t test me, Pearl,” he warned, voice low and dark.
“Or what? You’ll kiss me again in front of the pack? Mark me without asking again?”
His lips twitched. Not quite a smile — more like a wolf barely holding back a snarl.
“I didn’t mean to do that.”
“Sure you didn’t,” I said, standing slowly. “You didn’t mean to reject me either, right?”
His hand shot out, curling lightly around my wrist. Not rough, just enough to make me feel… claimed.
I yanked my hand free.
“Touch me again without permission and I’ll bite back.”
Our eyes locked. The heat between us was undeniable. His wolf was clawing at the surface — and mine? She wanted to claw right back.
He stepped back first.
“You’re playing a dangerous game,” he murmured.
“Good,” I said, lifting my chin. “I never liked playing safe.”
I walked away without looking back, even though every nerve in my body screamed to turn around.
Let him chase me.
Let him feel what it’s like to want something he can't control.
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